Ashstack Corridor

Warehouses, Factories, Railyards. No one lives here really. They work here, and sometimes they sleep here. This place drains the excess energy of the city and turns it to product, commerce, and vitae. The stuff the undead thrive upon. Nowhere better personified the Kindred method of Keeping Austin WEIRD. It's a haze of pollution, bloodloss, and tired drunkenness after a day spent grinding down your soul for profit. Pick up a job here, and blink as a decade of your life disappears in a half-remembered fugue. But hey, it looks nice on your resume.